by Jack Carneal The lonely blinking lights out across the James. Wind through pines. Smell of salt mud and bay air, chitinous clacking of sandcrabs scuttling along the spits. Across the river moaning voices carry from an invisible ship, a lantern hung on stern, the oilflame within flickering through handblown glass. Oak branches reaching out … [Read more...] about Small and Lesser Fates: Cammie
